summayya Posted May 21, 2009 Share Posted May 21, 2009 A tilted lampshade The windows are silent winds still, life like rain is dead straight or perhaps totally washed on the edges, and narrow like the streets which carry a dozen desultory smiles. I am aware of the eyes of women that brought me up: laughters tinkling through teacups; painted walls; a hundred nailed portraits, above and below spiraling up the stairs, and the descent would bring up a thousand yellow tunes smelling of the girls tied to the bottom of every apron- You said daughters were sorrow. I giggled. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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